?Chapter 164: Chapter 164 Same Ne   Chapter 164: Chapter 164 Same Ne                                   Fu Han turned her head away, not wanting to look at Xia Ning anymore. She knew that an encounter with Xia Ning was inevitable today and that she would definitelye to pick a fight.


    But she had already made up her mind that since she was going to restart her life and give it another try with He Xing, she should be mentally prepared.


    Xia Ning tried to get Fu Han’s attention, but Fu Han seemed determined not to look at her, preferring to look at the ground rather than give her a nce.


    The first dance ended like that, and the second dance ended too.


    Finally, Fu Han released He Xing’s hand; she hadn’t danced in a long time and felt a bit tired after two dances.


    Neither of them danced anymore; they found a corner table to sit at, eating the delicacies meticulously prepared by the He family, their hearts filled with sweetness.


    Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the buds in the yard began to sprout, the tender green leaves resembling Maojian tea spreading in water. Just one look brought joy to one’s heart.


    He Xing held Fu Han’s hand in his palm, gently squeezing it from time to time; her hand was delicate and smooth like a newborn’s skin, yet there was a thin callus on her palm—not thick, but fine and dense, like countless needles pricking at He Xing’s heart. How much hardship had she endured in the past three years?


    He pressed Fu Han’s palm to his cheek and said with emotion, “Xiaohan, you’ve suffered in the past. I won’t let you suffer anymore.”


    The slight roughness of Fu Han’s palm rubbed against He Xing’s cheek. She had never felt inferior because of the coarseness of her palm—on the contrary, she saw it as a testament to the three years she lived independently, a symbol of honor.


    She touched He Xing’s cheek and smiled warmly, “You don’t need to feel guilty. I think the past three years have been very happy for me.”


    He Xing fell silent for a moment and then said in a low voice, “But, when I think that I wasn’t by your side over the past three years, I…” He let out an almost inaudible sigh, “I just feel sad.”


    A surge of tears threatened to overwhelm Fu Han; she sniffed, trying hard to remainposed, “Today is your birthday, and I haven’t wished you a happy birthday yet.”


    Looking directly into He Xing’s eyes, she said with feeling, “He Xing, happy birthday. I hope you’re happy every day, always blessed.”


    “With you, I feel very blessed.” He Xing cradled Fu Han’s cheeks and nted a passionate kiss on her forehead.


    Not far away, Xia Ning witnessed this scene with eyes that could almost spit fire, jealousy gnawing at her to the point of grinding her teeth to dust.


    A few secondster, Xia Cheng appeared by her side and said in a low voice, “Everything’s been arranged. You’ll have a chance to go over there soon.”


    “Got it.” Those three words were squeezed out from between Xia Ning’s clenched teeth; if possible, she wished she could tear Fu Han apart and devour her alive.


    A servant came up to He Xing to tell him a new guest was looking for him.


    Knowing that Fu Han disliked dealing with business matters, He Xing told her to wait there for him, and he would be back shortly.


    Fu Han was wondering how to “discretely” present the birthday gift she had painstakingly prepared to He Xing, so when this rare opportunity arose, even if he had invited her to see who was looking for him, she would have found an excuse to refuse.


    Seeing that He Xing had left the hall, Fu Han quickly got up and headed towards the storage room at the back. She had sneakily put her things there when she had arrived earlier.


    When Fu Han came out with arge gift box, she ran into Xia Ning by coincidence.


    Xia Ning was leaning against the door frame with her attractive eyes showing an evident challenge, “Fu Han, what is that you’re holding in your hands?”


    “What’s it to you?” Fu Han responded irritably as she turned to leave.


    “Hold on, don’t rush off,” Xia Ning blocked Fu Han’s path with a swift move. She adjusted the bow tie at the front of her dress and puffed out her chest, “We rarely run into each other, shouldn’t we chat for a bit?”


    “Not interested.” Fu Han couldn’t be bothered to look at Xia Ning; she felt a growing anger inside her, “If you don’t move, don’t me me for being rude.”


    Xia Ning had been present when Fu Han bought the dress she was wearing. Normal people would avoid choosing a simr style when they see someone else’s dress, but Xia Ning was wearing one strikingly simr to Fu Han’s. Who would believe it was a coincidence?


    As expected, Xia Ning elongated her tone, “Fu Han, our dresses are so simr. Who do you think looks better in it?”


    Fu Han’s eyes were still on the gift box she held, and upon hearing those words, she scoffed, “I’ve never heard that a knockoff looks better than the original. Feel free to strut around in that dress, but don’t cry when the designer sues you for giarism.”


    Xia Ning’s face instantly turned pale, but in the next second, she regained her smile, “The dress is just simr after all. Why don’t you take a look at our nes? Aren’t they the same?”


    Looking suspiciously at Xia Ning’s neck, Fu Han’s expression changed after just one nce. The ne on Xia Ning’s neck was indeed the same as the one she was wearing at the moment, just with slightly different details, but overall simr.


    “Where did you get this ne from?” Fu Han tried to control herself, but her voice still trembled as she spoke; it was clear that she was greatly agitated.


    Xia Ning pursed her lips and smiled sweetly, “This was a gift from brother He Xing. Is yours also from him?”


    “Are you sure he gave it to you?” Fu Han held onto thest bit of reason she had, her cold gaze fixed on Xia Ning, “I know all your tricks over the years—incessant badgering, acting weak and pitiable for sympathy, and using your mother, who saved He Xing’s life, as leverage. Aren’t you tired?”


    The rebuke made Xia Ning’s face burn with embarrassment. She clenched her teeth, wanting to retort, but found herself unable to say a word.


    Fu Han didn’t want to spend another second with Xia Ning and tried to get past her to leave quickly.


    In her haste, Xia Ning called out to Fu Han’s retreating back, “This ne is one of a kind, custom-made by He Xing. If you don’t believe me, just ask him yourself.”


    “Of course, I will,” Fu Han stopped, uttering the cold words before resuming her confident stride forward, not looking back at Xia Ning once more.


    She dared not look back or stop, afraid that Xia Ning would see that she was not as strong as she imed. But if she had turned around, perhaps she would have noticed the worried expression in Xia Ning’s eyes.


    For the rest of the evening, Xia Ning was covertly watching Fu Han and He Xing. The two of them hardly had time alone together, nor did they dance again; it was either someone seeking He Xing or Fu Han.


    Xia Ning was looking forward to seeing Fu Han confront He Xing, though it seemed she wouldn’t be able to witness it herself.


    Fu Han was bored with the party and worried about Bai Wei, so she returned to the vi on the hilltop half an hour before the party ended.


    Bai Wei’s mood had improved. She told Fu Han that since the crew would be starting to shoot again tomorrow, she would definitely see Luo Qinghe and could ask for rity then.